I Want To Die Quotes

I Want To Die Quote of the day

I want to die a slave to principles. Not to men.

I hate myself, and I want to die

Because I grew up playing for Roma and I want to die playing for Roma, because I have always been a Roma's fan!

I want to die with my high heels on, still in action.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.

It's just a relief, really. I'm scared to die, but I want to die.

I don't want to die of some disease I want to die of death

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

I want to die painting.

I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.

I want to die with my blue jeans on.

I want to die on my own terms.

God, I want to die in you.

I don't belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there's darkness in my soul. I want to die . . . again. But I choose to come back, why?

Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?

I want to die young at a ripe old age.

I wish that I was dead. Oh, they'll be sorry then. I hate them and I'll kill myself tomorrow. I want to die. I hate them, hate them. Hate.

I want to die in the saddle. I love writing, producing, acting, directing

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.

I'll never stop working. I want to die in the saddle. A day is wasted for me if I haven't done something even mildly creative.

When I die, I want to die in a Utopia that I have helped to build.

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

The Bible is the book of my life. It's the book I live with, the book I live by, the book I want to die by.

The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.

This is the way I want to die. Torn apart by angry fans who want me to play a different song.

If I want to die, what am I saving myself for?

I want more job. I want to die entertaining.